Jet-setting towards some kind of new existence, mile-high in the land of the flying monkeys. Evolution is next to godliness. Long moments transpire since last steadfast here. New worlds explode into existence, and old roads linger like ghosts. Where is it that you're taking me? Goin' out west.
Cabin crew prepare for our descent into madness. Words come easy at thirty thousand feet and a window seat.
Mile high frustrations